Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to cause hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a perform a show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there an army that could strike back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will catch
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to it, I miss Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme biter's
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters can't near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime